Hey whoa oh whoa oh check how di vibes all ah flow how di ghetto youths dem ah grow so much love Hard grounds no sound from di suffering who collect di pounds to keep dem bound from di uprising? Hey hard ground, cold ground for di suffering hey dem bounce wi about, throw wi down yet wi still striving Then ah who gi di ghetto youth gun fi dem roam all di street every day and night? Check ah which way di nozzle dem turn mi ah tell unno seh trigger happy ever waan strife nuff ah bawl 'Cree!' too late fi guh flee by chance if yuh keep all yuh life before di day could done, nuff a dem gone stop all di war and strife where are the so called leaders who pollute and corrupt all di place? Yow di nowadays bleeders, back door dealers who put di youths dem to waste di devil's receivers they always ah cheat just step pon di things dem create woee, strive now mi see seh day Babylon ah fake